for Sarah Gardner

So lovely it was, the way
your body, propped on one shoulder,
curved into mine like a river
into a shoal or a boulder

dividing there, gliding astride it! You
of course couldn't see the high
breast, the flank's hollow,
the long camber of thigh.

No more could anyone not
exactly where I was,
a fisherman hip-deep
in the waters of Eros.